The rain began to get heavy.
Cold air currents brought even colder rain. According to the weather of this region in past years, this could perhaps be the last rainfall before snow came. And the Kant territory had always been the area of the entire south where rain was most plentiful. It was no exception right now.
The raindrops had connected to form rain curtains, hanging slanted from the sky with the wind, splashing in the wilderness, splashing in the town, splashing on the outer walls of the Kant Clan's old castle. Rainwater gathered to form little streams running down the dark red spires and black outer walls that were mottled and uneven due to the corrosion of time and present a black-oil-like shining texture in the increasingly dimming daylight.
